Chapter 8

Pale, lifeless bodies that once possessed the lively glow of happiness and festive celebration were carefully heaved out of the Brookers' home. An invisible but palpable cloud of gloom and peril seemed to hover above the Silver Moon's territory. Even the sun seemed to mourn the loss of the Silver moon, as the morning was densely cloudy but without rain.

Horses and carriages of the Alpha and his guards were all lined up outside the Brookers' home. Inside the building were desperately loyal omegas doing the bidding of their superiors. They mumbled inaudible words, one to the other, as they went around the building, checking for anything that still breathed.

The stench of the dead bodies and the blood subsided gradually as each body was lined up outside in front of the building, one beside the other.

"Check for any survivors." Although Alpha Richard doubted there would be any. The command seemed he just wanted to make sure, as the two men scurried upstairs.

Everyone could only wonder how